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~ in a science lab, over passed notes
"Miss King."
I look to my left where Andy is concentrating on his work, a tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth. He catches me looking and he glances up at me shyly. "Wasn't me."
"Liar," I smirk. He elbows me and I elbow him back, and he rubs his shoulder.
"Ouch. Pointy elbows."
"Wimp."
"Bully."
"Wuss."
"Meanie."
"Crybaby."
"I'm telling."
"Go for it," I laugh, and his hand shoots in the air. I shake my head and I return to my book. We are learning about the heart.
Mr Parson's voice drones. "The heart is held together with 'heart strings' which, if snapped, can actually kill you. Severe trauma, such as loss or heartbreak, can snap these strings. So yes, you literally can die from a broken heart. What is it, Andrew?" he sighs, catching sight of Andrew's waving hand.
"Sir, I'd like to report a case of bullying."
"Andy!" I squeak. He grins down at me.
"Sit down, Andrew, and concentrate in your work."
"But sir..."
"I'm sure that Miss King wouldn't be trying to distract you on purpose. Sit down."
"Model student, Miss King. Doesn't miss a day off school. Totally doesn't flunk off for hot dates in cafés," Andy murmurs as he takes the seat next to me again. I smile and I finish drawing my heart.
I look to my left to see him doodling in the corner of my book. It is a small cartoon heart, with our names in it.
"I 'wuv you Taylor!" he mimics.
I scowl at him. "Shut up Andy."
"Call me Mr A."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
"Fine, Mr A."
"It's okay, Mr T."
"I'm not a guy!"
"If we got married, I could be Mr T. Oh, wait..." He says, screwing his face up in concentration. I laugh and I colour in the heart.
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